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@ Poetstry
2025-06-16 14:00:14
My child, a tear, a whispered plea,
"Thy #Will, not mine," eternally.
An icon's gaze, a candle's gleam,
In faith's deep well, a hopeful dream.
Through infant cries and youthful stride,
His path unfolds, where truth abide.
Though storms may rage and shadows fall,
God's loving hand embraces all.
The #Cross he bears, a heavy weight,
I pray for strength, both soon and late.
To guide his steps with gentle hand,
Toward the light, in promised land.
My heart, a chalice, filled with grace,
To see His love in time and space.
And trust that He, in wisdom deep,
Will keep my child, while angels sleep.
#OrthodoxDad #Prayer